Indeed, it's much better in my case." "May my fortune!" cried the little girl, pricking up her ears, "ey should loike to knoa how ye wad contrive that." "I'll show you how directly, Jennet," returned Potts.

"Pay particular attention to what I say, and think it over carefully, when you are by yourself.

You are quite aware that there is a great talk about witches in these parts; and, I may speak it without offence to you, your own family come under the charge.

There is your grandmother Demdike, for instance, a notorious witch--your mother, Dame Device, suspected--your brother James suspected." "Weel, sir," cried Jennet, eyeing him sharply, "what does all this suspicion tend to ?" "You shall hear, my little dear," returned Potts.

"It would not surprise me, if every one of your family, including yourself, should be arrested, shut up in Lancaster Castle, and burnt for witches!" "Alack a day! an this ye ca' makin my fortin," cried Jennet, derisively.
"Much obleeged to ye, sir, boh ey'd leefer be without the luck." "Listen to me," pursued Potts, chuckling, "and I will point out to you a way of escaping the general fate of your family--not merely of escaping it--but of acquiring a large reward.